Chapter 3
She went through the same spell that she had gone through with Robert. Asking him if he would rather take his punishment from her here and now rather than take it from his parents. And although she did not know the reason why Robert had accepted her punishment rather than that of his parents, she figured that William would do the same. And surprisingly enough, he did. Dora may have been familiar enough with kids in the classroom, but she didn't know zilch when it came to family life. She only had an idea about it, and that idea was what led her to believe that the kids wouldn't want their parents to know about their misdeeds. She had no idea of what kind of punishment could be inflicted on them at home. And she didn't know how much the thought of the loss of privileges would affect them. And even though she still didn't know what all the privileges were, she did know that she had hit upon something.
And Dora herself was a bit surprised when this more boyish looking boy readily agreed to have his bare ass spanked by her than by his own parents. She still was totally unaware that he was looking out for his fringe benefits at home, and she just sat down on the toilet seat as he got up and unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to his feet.
But Dora had been through this before, and she didn't want to waste any time, so she told him to take the pants completely off, and also his underpants. When he looked at her in a funny way, as if he was about to get belligerent, she simply said that if she was going to punish him, she was going to do it right, and there was going to be nothing between her hand and his skin. He was going to get the whole works or nothing. At least nothing from her. She would let his parents handle the whole job. And William seemed to wilt visibly as he pushed his underpants down to his feet and then bent over and took them off completely. And as he was bent over removing the pants, she looked at the brown hair on the top of his head and it reminded her so much of the color of the hair on her own cunt that she could feel her clit rising again as she waited impatiently for him to stand up.
Once more, it was a sort of an anticlimax. The head of the dick seemed to be sticking out of his belly just the same as Robert's had at first, and there was the same little lump of flesh sticking out below it. But this time she knew a little bit more about it. She knew that she could make that little head grow into a big marvelous bloom, and she knew just how to do it. The only thing that she was sorry about was that she had gotten so interested in the cock that she had neglected to observe Robert's balls. She still didn't know if the balls would grow as the cock did.
She was determined to find out this time, providing she could control herself enough to remember it. The only thing that worried her was that she could see that the boy in front of her was not as easily led as Robert had been.
Although he did comply with her directives, he did it in a much more reluctant way than the other boy had. She might have a little problem on her hands, but her hands were now a bit more experienced, and she was confident that she could handle the matter. Especially when he folded himself across her lap as she ordered him to and she saw the size of the ass that presented itself to her.
It was not as pretty as Robert's, but it was definitely bigger. She could not detect any growth of hair on it, although she knew that there must be at least a little fuzz. But it looked just as smooth and round and delicious, and she wondered why she thought of that word delicious unless she intended to taste it, as Robert's did. And she also noticed that it was jerking around on her lap the same as the last one, and now that she was getting used to this, she recognized it as the fearful anticipation of what was to come.
That in itself made her more confident, and she raised her hand in preparation for the indoctrinating strike. However, she thought that this would take a little more persuasion than the last one, so she did not cup her palm as much as she had with Robert. This boy was going to need some more convincing, so she was going to have to hurt him a little bit more.
Actually, it was not his demeanor that caused her to do it, but it was more his size. He wasn't that much bigger than Robert, but he was not the pretty girlish boy that Robert was, and they also were not on the couch. On the couch, Robert had been lying out straight, with his head on one side of her and the feet on the other, and he looked pretty big to her in that position. But now she was sitting on the toilet bowl with his ass looking up at her from her lap and his head was hanging down on one side while his feet were on the floor on the other side. The dangling effect of his body made him look a lot bigger than the stretched out effect of the other body.
When the hand came down, she was gratified to hear that it had almost the same results as it had with the other boy. He didn't scream, he didn't cry, he didn't make any loud noises as far as that went. And he didn't suck in his breath as Robert had done, but when he let it out it just came, in a kind of a gasping whoosh. As if he had suddenly had the wind knocked out of him. And as Dora's hand raised again, she felt as if she wanted to go the whole way this time. She didn't want to hold back. She wanted to crack her hand across that fat round ass as hard as she could, but a little trigger in the back of her mind told her not to do it.
She was getting that old feeling again. The feeling that she wanted to take revenge on the whole world, and right now, those two mounds of flesh on her lap consisted of the whole world. Her better judgment took over though, and she halted the swinging arm in midair and slowed it down enough so that it let out a resounding crack and administered a good enough sting, and that was all. There was no sense in blowing the whole thing now, and as William gasped and spluttered as she turned him over on her lap, she knew that there was going to be a lot of blowing coming up.
His dick was still mostly buried in its little hideaway in the lower part of his belly, and the balls were also clinging to the main body as close as they could get, but she knew now that she was going to be able to do something about that. The only thing she had neglected to do after she had spanked him was to reach underneath and give him a little warm-up period. But now that she had at least an idea of what she was doing, she thought that she could do it even better from this angle. The only thing she had to worry about really now was that she didn't cause her own juice to mingle with the juice that Robert had deposited on her.
This position may have been a bit uncomfortable for William since he was hanging over loosely on each side of her lap with his head hanging down on one end and his legs on the other, but it couldn't have been more perfect for Dora. Everything that she wanted was right there in front of her in three dimensional, vivid living color. And his body barely twitched as she took hold of the small piece of meat between her big fingers and started to rub it up and down as she had done to Robert. And she wasn't surprised to find that it reacted the same way that Robert's had.
Even the small sobs stopped, and she could barely detect his breathing as he lay over her legs and just seemed to resign himself to whatever was coming. The only thing she noticed was a sort of stiffness in his body as her attentions began to get results and the little piece of meat gradually came out of its retreat and began to show its true dimensions. And once it had started, there seemed to be no stopping it. Where just a minute or so ago she had had to pluck at it with her fingers, she was now able to use her entire hand on it. And pretty soon even her hand wasn't big enough. She was sure that this boy would be able to satisfy her, and if William was like this, she hardly wait to see what Harold was like.
But first things first, and right now she had to work on this boy enough to at least get him partially interested. From the looks of the rigid meat that she was now holding in her hand he was already more than partially interested, and as she pumped her hand up and down on it and felt his body grow even more tense, she realized that she was about to be christened for the second time. But by this time, she couldn't have cared less if the boys soaked her from head to foot, and she hunched over him and went to work with a zeal that caused his body to tremble again, but not from the fear that he had originally had of her.
This tremble was more like the rumble in a volcano that was about to erupt, and this time she was ready for the eruption. In fact she was so ready that she bent over the quivering crotch with her mouth open ready to catch his offerings, but she still wasn't used to this kind of thing enough to read the signs correctly and she was a little bit too late. Her mouth was still about two inches from the end of his dick when he let go, and although she did get a taste of it, the main part of it shot up past her lips and some of it went up her nostrils while the rest of it made a liquid streak all the way up her face into her eyebrows.
William didn't see what had happened though because his head was still hanging over the side of her lap, and by the time he got up, she had wiped the most of it off with her hands. She realized that it would be something for him to laugh about with the other boys if he knew that he had shot all over his teacher's face, so she just acted as stern as ever as if nothing had happened. She simply got him up onto his feet, and without saying anything further about what had just happened, ordered him to take the rest of his clothes off and wait right there until she told him what to do. He had enjoyed that little interlude all right, but he didn't know what to make of it, and he was just as scared as he was before. And when she went out the door and left him alone, it was as if nothing had happened. Nothing like what did happen that is. He could recall the spanking all right, but he was beginning to wonder if he had dreamed the rest. Anyway, he figured that he had better do as he was told, and he took off the rest of his clothes and sat down on the toilet seat again and resumed his worrying.
Just down the hall was the bedroom. She had to pass the door to the living room to get to it, and all she did was glance in to see if everything was still all right. It was. Robert was sitting on the couch, naked as a jay bird, and hunched over with his hands folded in his lap as if he was still trying to figure out what was going on. She smiled to herself. He would be OK for awhile. And she paused outside the bedroom door before opening it to make sure that all signs of her encounter with William were wiped off her face. She didn't care about the stain on her dress because she couldn't do anything about that anyway, and besides, she figured that there would be more stains anyway before she was through. She took hold of the knob and threw the door open violently.
And her dramatic entrance had its effect. Harold had been sort of sitting and half lying on the bed, but when the door burst open, he found himself on his feet without knowing how he got there. He was so jumpy that it was lucky that he didn't land on the dresser. In other words, he was in just the exact condition that Dora was hoping that he would be in.
Harold was the biggest of the lot, but he still looked small and very cowed as Dora walked directly over to him and stood in front of him. She had established a pattern now, and she would have kept up the same routine if there were three more boys there in addition to these three. Her wild success with the other two had given her so much confidence that she skipped right over most of the preliminaries and got straight down to business.
She didn't give him any choice of whether he wanted to be punished by her or by his parents. She figured that it would all come out the same in the end anyway, so why bother. She just stood there and glared at him and ordered him to take his pants down, only deigning to use enough words to let him know that he was going to get the spanking of his life. And although he was the biggest of the three, he was evidently the chickenest of the three, and he didn't hesitate a second to think things over. His shaking hands fumbled at his belt buckle and he almost ripped the zipper on his fly in his attempt to quickly comply with her orders. And he didn't stop to think either when she told him to remove the underpants also. He didn't have to be told to take them completely off. He was so anxious to please that he just did it automatically.
When Dora saw what kind of a pigeon she had. she once more had a difficult time keeping a stern look on her face. Not that she didn't still feel stern, but she was just elated at the success that she was having. She could hardly believe it. Everything was going so perfect, that she couldn't help thinking that somewhere, somehow, something was bound to go wrong sooner or later. But she wasn't worried about that now as she looked at the half naked boy in front of her. He was running true to form. His dick had retreated into his belly the same as the others had, but she wasn't worried about that either. By now, she knew just what to do about that.
And again, rather than waste time, she pointed her big finger at him and told him to take off his shirt and undershirt also. Why wait until the last minute? Except for his shoes and socks, he was as naked as he could get as she sat down on the edge of the bed and told him what position to take up. She would have preferred to skip this part too, bat it was too late for that. Before she did anything else, she was going to make sure he knew who was boss.
She had reached the top now. It hadn't been her actual intention to go up the ladder like that, but now she was glad that she did. It reminded her of just about everything new that one learns in life. You must start from the bottom and work up. Well that seemed to be just what she was doing. Starting with Robert, ii was like going up a stepladder, although there was not too much distance between the steps. Each boy couldn't have been more than a little over an inch or so taller than the next one, but the inch or so in height made a big difference in the rest of the body. By the time she had reached Harold, it seemed to her that she had gone from spanking a little boy to spanking an almost full grown man.
And when she looked down at the ass that was presented to her across her thighs, she didn't know whether to spank it or just sit and look at it and come in her pants. But the coming would come later, she hoped, and right now she had to get the feel of that large meaty ass on her hand. She had made a big cup out of her hand for Robert, and a smaller cup for William, but this time she made no cup at all. This boy was going to feel the fully fury of her wrath. This boy was the one that was going to bend to her every wish, and she raised her arm high and brought it down almost as hard as she could.
The slap might now have carried far, but she was sure that the scream of pain and surprise that accompanied it had carried far beyond the bedroom door. Harold made no attempt to hold anything back. He didn't sob, he didn't choke, he didn't whimper. He just let out a bellow that even startled Dora. But it didn't deter her at all. She just wound up and let him have another one, and only the sight of the red marks that her hand had left on the otherwise unblemished ass cheeks caused her to stop. Somehow, she felt in the mood to keep on going, just like she had felt with William. But she didn't.
She felt her own hand stinging after, that second wild blow, and she just held it a few inches above his ass as she looked down at the now rosy cheeks. He was still yelling, but she hardly heard them, and gradually the noise became fainter as he realized that she was through. Or at least he hoped she was. He didn't know what to expect next, but he knew that he didn't want any more of that. He had always known that she was big, but he hadn't realized how big and strong her hands were. He would have done anything to get out of having more of that, and he didn't just know that that was what she had in mind.
It might have been only seconds, but it seemed like hours to him as the time dragged on and he just lay there on his belly waiting. Still and all, it was better than what he would have to face at home, providing she didn't start in all over again with the spanking. And when he felt her hand on his bare bottom again his body automatically stiffened as every nerve in it jumped at the same time, but when he realized that the hand was not striking but rather petting, he calmed down a bit. He was totally lost now. He had no idea of what was going on as he felt the hand gently nibbling the tender spots on the cheeks of his ass. Was she building up to something, or was it all over? He quickly found out what she was up to next, but he still didn't understand it. He had never been confronted with a situation like this before, and since he didn't know what to do about it, he just remained the way he was and resigned himself to his fate.
She tried the same thing as she had done with Robert: sticking her hand underneath him and seeking out his boy stuff, but he didn't react the same way. In fact he didn't react at all. Instead of raising his ass as Robert did to give her more room, he just continued to lie there like a lump and take whatever was coming. But by shifting her own legs a little bit, she found room to get in there and get hold of what she was looking for.
His mind may have been confused, and his body may have been tense, but he had no control over what was happening between his legs as the inquiring hand took hold of his dick and started to pull and massage it. At this pint, it didn't make too much difference to him anyway. He actually thought that she was using a different method of hurting him, and he was wairing to see what that method would be. It took him awhile to realize that her intentions were just what they seemed to be, and when he realized that he was not going to be hurt by what she was doing, he relaxed a bir and nature took its course
His sobs, his heavy breathing and even his trembling gradually came to a halt as he found that his dick was growing in the inquisitive hand. He was still scared and confused but now he war, more resigned than ever. The effects of the beating seemed to be overshadowed by the effects of what she was doing to him now, and although he wasn't sure just what it was that she was doing to him. he only knew that it was much better than what she had done to him before He had done this same thing to himself many times, but none of the pictures that he had in his mind as he did it compared to what was happening now.
But he didn't even think to ask himself that question. What was happening now? His mind had not returned to the point yet where it could be inquisitive about things. All he knew was that he was here, he had been hurt, and now he was not being hurt any longer. What was happening to him was something that had never happened before, and he didn't know any more what to do about it than if he had suddenly seen a flying saucer land in front of him and little purple men got out and approached him. He would just have to stand there and see what happened.
And just about the time he began to really get some interesting feelings in his dick, he found himself actually standing there, for the strong arms of his teacher had practically picked him up from her lap and placed him on the floor in front of her. He just stood there, taking no notice of the action that she had caused in his groin, and he didn't even know that his die!: was so hard that it was sticking straight out and pointing right at her. The fog in his mind may have precluded all sensible thoughts, but it had no effect on the requirements of his body.
And although Harold was totally unaware of it. his big teacher was in exactly the same condition that he was in. The top of his head still may not have reached her chin, but the length of his die'; she was sure would reach far inside of her. This was by far the biggest of the three, and as he stood there in front of her that big round sausage looked to her like exactly the thing that she had been craving for all these years. Her own mind seemed to shut down and cut out all sensible thoughts as her body too!: over, and she didn't take her eyes off that wonderful male meat as she lifted her ass off the bed and pulled her own panties off and slipped them off over her shoes. Harold only stared at the big crack that faced him and lie almost choked on his own breath as he watched her sit back down aid spread her legs apart.
The crack grew into a red, moist opening as she put her hands down and spread her pussv lips apart. Harold had seen pictures of it. and he had dreamed about it. but neither his pictures or his dreams had prepared him for the real thing, and he still didn't breathe as he saw her move her hands down and keep spreading the hole until he could plainly see another hole pear the bottom of it. He knew what the hole was all right, but the sight of it in the flesh almost made him turn blue as he still forgot to breathe.
Dora figured that he would know what to do, but when he didn't do anything but stand there and look with eyes that were as big as saucers, she decided that she would have to take matters into her own hands before the spell was broken.
Part of his spell was broken, and the breath escaped his mouth in a gush of wind as she reached out with both hands and grabbed him by the hips and drew him to her. There was no need to maneuver into position or anything, as the setup was just right. She sat there on the edge of the bed with her legs wide open, and he was just about the right height as she pulled him in. The hard cock was sticking out straight and pointing right at the target, and once the end of it was in the crack, the wetness and the funnel effect of the cunt guided it smoothly right into the hole.
Harold made no sound as he felt his dick slipping into the hot wet meat, but Dora couldn't help letting out a little sigh as she finally felt a 'foreign' body invading her. It might have been the first time for both of them, but Harold hadn't been looking forward to it as long as Dora had, and although he had been looking forward to it somewhat, it was only in his boyish dreams, and this seemed to him like just another one of those dreams. It wouldn't take long for him to wake up though.
Once she felt that the end of his dick was in, she reached around and took hold of him by the cheeks of the ass and pulled him all the way to her until the sparse hair on his crotch was tangling with the equally sparse hair on hers. She could definitely feel it inside of her, and although it was a good distance in, she wasn't satisfied until she felt his belly pressing against hers. At the moment, she forgot all about the in and out stuff. She was reveling too much in the fact and the feeling of the male organ penetrating her body, and she just held him there in a vise-like grip until Harold himself finally broke the spell.
Harold had never done this before, and he didn't really know what he was doing now, but this was an act that nature was involved in, and the feel of that hot meat that was wrapped around his dick so tightly told him that he was not supposed to just stand there and soak in it. His body went into involuntary but correct motions, and that triggered Dora's body into joining in with him. Although she relaxed her hold on his ass, she still kept the fat cheeks in her hands as they began to sway back and forth. This was much better, and he didn't even notice the way her hands and fingers were tightening on his ass cheeks again as she helped him to go faster and deeper.
Soon he found that the arms that were flapping so uselessly at his sides were becoming a burden to him end he had to have something to do with them, so without realizing it, he put them around his teacher's neck and was cuddling her to him just as much as she was doing to same thing to him. They were now locked in an embrace that would not open up until the final climax came for both of them. Especially for Dora, because she had been building up to this through her relations with three boys, and this was the final act. No, not the final act. but the high point of the afternoon. There was much more to come a id she knew that even when she did come there would be much more come to come.
Dora never knew what a man's cock felt like, but that made no difference now. Her hold was small enough yet to give her the impression that this was indeed a big cock, and she was very nearly right. Harold may have been shy and withdrawn and easily led and all that, but there was no getting away from it, he was really well hung. And as his dick slammed in and out of her vagina, Dora wondered what she was going to do with the other two boys that were sitting there naked in different rooms waiting for her. She had what she wanted now, and she knew that neither of the other two dicks would be able to put on the performance that this one was doing. Never mind though. She had started it, and she would finish it. She wasn't thinking too clearly as the hard meat rubbed the inside of her soft meat, but she knew that she would find a use for all of them.
Then it came. And for the moment she forgot that anyone else even existed. For the third time she received the offerings of the boys under her command, but this time she didn't see it or get it on her or even taste it. It just seemed to flush out her own insides as it triggered a response from her guts and the two streams seemed to meet head on and explode in the middle of her belly.
Harold's arms tightened around her neck as she squeezed his ass cheeks even harder and pressed his body to her so tightly that he thought that she was trying to get balls and all in. But after a few moments, the passion began to subside, and they were once more Dora the teacher, and Harold, the boy who was getting punished. As far as Harold was concerned, he would take this kind of punishment every day. Several times a day in fact. But that didn't mean that he wasn't still scared. He never thought about mentioning this to anybody and petting his teacher in trouble, because he knew that he was in too much trouble himself as it was. And anyway, who would want to talk, about a thing like this when it might keep them from getting more of it?
Dora didn't know how safe she was as she got up from the bed and wiped herself off with her panties. She simply put her stern face back on and told Harold to remain just as he was until she told him what to do. When she got outside the door and had it safely closed behind her, she leaned against the wall and almost collapsed. The immediate passion, the passion that had kept her going all this while, was now drained from her body, and although there was still quite a bit more left, her mind was now thinking a bit more clearly, and she was wondering what she was going to do with three boys all at once. Three highly responsive boys who were still very frightened even after all they had been through this afternoon. And as she leaned against the door, she wondered if they were any more frightened than she was.
Now that her mind had cleared a little, she was beginning to realize the enormity of what she was doing. And she also realized that it was too late to change matters. If there had only been one of them, things would have been different. She could have cowed him into keeping his mouth shut. But although she thought that she had all three of them cowed, she also realized that the odds were against her. All it would take was for one of them to open his mouth at the wrong time, but which one was likely to do it. Right now, she didn't think that any of them would, but she just didn't know.
She pushed herself away from the wall and headed for the living room and Robert. She wouldn't have been a bit surprised to find that he had gone, so she was more surprised to find that he was still there, and still naked and still nervously waiting for her. Now if only the one in the bathroom was still in the same condition, she figured that she didn't have too much to worry about.
And a check in the bathroom, found William still sitting on the bowl and also nervously playing with his fingers in his lap. She told him to come out into the living room with her, and she enjoyed the look of surprise on both Robert's and William's faces as they saw each other in the buff. She was beginning to get titillated again as she went to the bedroom to get Harold. This was really going to be something when all three of the boys met each other stark naked. But she was still cool enough from her recent release to wonder just what that 'something' was going to turn out to be.
She knew that she would have them all at a disadvantage as she confronted their naked bodies while she was still fully clothed, but she also knew that she wouldn't hold that advantage long because she didn't intend to be fully clothed long. No matter what happened, she was going to throw herself light in the middle of them. The problem would be to keep a stern face while she was stark naked. This would be the ultimate test, but she had been looking forward to it for so long that she was sure that she could handle it. Especially after that wonderful fucking that she had just had. She definitely wanted more of it. More of a lot of things, and come what may, she was going to get them this afternoon. The hell with tomorrow.